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(distorted vocal sample) They told us keep our heads down...
Nigga, we planted seeds in the cemetery.
Now the graveyard bloom.
Nigga, we grew grave flowers out the concrete,
Middle finger to the odds and the police.
Everybody want heaven, can't afford peace,
Everybody got a halo in they IG.
Nigga, we grew grave flowers out the dirt,
Made a dollar out a dream and a curse.
If the world end tonight,
put my name in the hearse,
At least I made this bitch shake before it burst.
My pen got schizophrenia,
every sentence got opinions,
Half the bars need a therapist,
the other half a witness.
Teacher said potential, I said "that don't pay tuition." Now my thoughts
got more mileage Than a politician's promises.
Nigga, life a bitch,
But death be acting way too friendly,
Got anxiety buying rounds,
Paranoia paying entry. I put my faith in the ink,
As the church kept changing prices,
Every saint got a mugshot,
Every devil wear disguises.
My nigga said chase paper,
I said paper made the problem.
Now we worship dead presidents While praying God can solve 'em.
I'm a walking contradiction,
A philosopher with vices,
Got one foot in self-improvement,
Other foot avoiding crises.
Nigga, we grew grave flowers out the concrete,
Middle finger to the odds and the police.
Everybody want heaven, can't afford peace,
Everybody got a halo in they IG.
Nigga, we grew grave flowers out the dirt,
Made a dollar out a dream and a curse.
If the world end tonight,
put my name in the hearse,
At least I made this bitch shake before it burst. I
read Revelation high, Thought the clouds was taking notes.
Every conspiracy theory Got a cousin that's a joke.
Government say "trust us," Nigga,
that's a red flag.
Snake oil in the sermon,
Everybody getting gaslit. I got crystals by the ashtray,
Ancient texts beside the pistol,
Trying to decode existence While ignoring all my issues.
Maybe God inside the frequencies,
Maybe hell a state of mind,
Maybe all these billionaires Already know we outta time.
Nigga, every generation Think the end around the corner,
Meanwhile mama still got bills And my landlord want an offering.
So I meditate, Then I cuss,
Then I meditate again.
Trying to find enlightenment Without pretending I'm a saint.
Nigga, I sold bootlegs,
Fake dreams and bad habits,
Had ambition in my left pocket,
Right pocket full of static.
Grandma said "be careful," I was careful getting caught.
Street smart enough to hustle,
Too dumb to know my worth.
I done made a hundred plays Just to lose it by the
morning, Life be giving pop quizzes And I never liked performing.
My trauma got loyalty,
That bitch never leave.
Depression pay rent here,
Anxiety got a key.
Still laughing though, Middle finger through the struggle.
If pain build character,
Nigga, I built a jungle.
Every scar tell stories,
Every story got interest.
I turned survival into art,
Now my suffering a business.
We grew flowers where they buried us.
Nigga... That's the joke.
They thought the dirt would stop us.